think of it as me and you

I thought of you a couple days ago. I wish it didn’t, but even now it still hurts. I really thought I was going to spend the rest of my days with you.
—  K.N.B.
classical-carp’s guide to the string instruments


less important violin

fancy violin

big violin

biggest violin

long story short, the only string instrument is the violin. thank you and goodnight.

Take Care Of You (M)

Character / Genre / words: Christian Yu ( DPR +IAN / Yu Barom ) x reader | Smut, Fluff | 2,736 words

➽ Warning: mature scene/graphic smut, language, the thirst is real

➽ a/n: inspired by his Instagram post which left me both bothered by the scene and also worried for his sake. Forgive my sins, I will bathe in holy water once this is out | dedicated to: @2seoke and @rapmonluv who both share the love I have for this man

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delphine cormier week | day 6

favorite headcanon/au a friendship between adele, delphine and krystal

“how dare you, felix dawkins.  delphine is a strong, independent woman and we love her very much.  no she is not a stick in the mud, in fact she is the glue that binds us together.”

“yeah, like… she knows how to have a good time.  i mean, she’s the one who keeps getting us to hang out.”

inspired by this

“The boy in him as cried and begged not to touch the young wolf, but who was he to tell him No to such tempting prey. Derek never even had a chance…" 

… and further with my Void Stiles drawing. 

Two Little Monkeys Jumping on the Bed

Squeaky clean and smelling of raspberry vanilla soap, Grace was bundled up in a fluffy rose pink towel, being carried into her bedroom by her daddy.
“Know what I love?” Harry asks his little girl, who was beaming from ear to ear with the most beautiful smile he has ever seen.
“Uh mummy” Grace says as she looks Harry in the eye, waiting for his reply.
“Yes, I do love mummy” Harry sets Gracie down on her bed with a little bit of a bounce “but I also love my baby burrito ‘cause she tastes so yummy!” Harry pretends to eat his little girl whose towel is wrapped around her like a warm tortilla. Grace giggles as she feels her father tickling her “daddy, m’ not food!” She was wiggling around on her bed.
“Could of fooled me” Harry stands and  shrugs his shoulders as he walks towards her white dresser. Opening the top drawer Harry picks out a pair of pink and white polka dotted panties and a pink nightgown.  
“Let’s get ya dressed Goose, then I’ll sing ya some songs. How does that sound?” Harry says, gently raising a questioning eyebrow at the 4 year old.
Grace nods her head so her wet curls flip water all over the place. Harry chuckles to himself and helps her get dressed. After she was squeaky clean, teeth brushed and dressed for bed Harry picks the stuffed sheep off her chair and hands it to her.
“I think Bob has missed you” Harry says making a “baa” noise when he says Bob. Harry came up with the name, and always flashed his big dimpled grin when he said the sheep’s name, proud of his creativity.  Besides Harry, Bob was Gracie’s best cuddle buddy. She loved him.
“Gracie missed Bob” Grace says looking into his black little eyes, petting the patch of fur on his head and kissing her favorite stuff animal. Snuggling into her covers, Grace looks at her father, who had knelt down next to her bed. “May I pick the song tonight daddy?”
“Mmhmm, what’s it gonna be”  folding his arms down on her flower covered bedspread. “What about twinkle twinkle little..”
Interrupting her father she says with a stern tone “No no, don’t like that song. Sing, ’m havin your baby” Grace sings at the top of her lungs.
Harry bursts into laughter. “Ya want daddy to sing one of his songs?”
“I like babies, I like that song, it’s fun” Grace states with a smile, that dimple growing deeper by the minute.
“It’s not really a bedtime song love. What would your mum say?”
“Mum sings it in the car, she likes it” Grace says. “Mum says yes.” Harry couldn’t say no to her enthusiasm and decided it was just fine to sing an upbeat song for bedtime as long as they ended with a song that calmed her down. “Alright, one time. Then it’s time for your goodnight song. Okay?”
“Kay!!” Leaning in close to her daddy’s face Grace whispers “jump on the bed?” Her eyes shining bright when she wiggles her eyebrows with excitement.
“Just this once” Harry stands on his socked feet pulling his phone out of his back pocket. Turning Kiwi on so they can dance and sing. Harry jumps up on her bed to sing and dance, or more like jump, with his baby girl.
“I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business”  singing at the top of their lungs both Harry and Grace were out of breath by the end of the song.
After the song was over. Grace plopped down on the bed laying flat on her back. Giggling in her cute little laugh she says “that was fun!”
Harry laughs lifting Grace back up to her pillow Harry wraps his arms around her and kisses her forehead. “I love ya goose”
“Thank you, love ya too” Grace says with a yawn. “Bedtime song daddy?”
“Ya, I’ll sing your bedtime song bug.” Harry hears someone walk into the room.
“May I join?” You ask as you walk into this tender moment.
“Always” Harry smiles at you and wraps his arm around you when you kneel next to him.
“What was all that banging? Sounded like an elephant was dancing up here”
Harry looks at Grace and they both burst into giggles. “Daddy sang havin’ your baby, mum. It was fun”
Looking over at Harry with wide eyes, you chuckle and give him a kiss. “Sounds like a fun time. ’M sorry I missed it.”
“Alright bedtime song?” Harry clears his throat as he begins to sing the song to Grace that he has sang since the day she was born.
“Now run along home, and jump into bed. Say your prayers, don’t cover your head. There’s just one more thing, I ask of you! You dream of me, and I’ll dream of you”
Grace closes her eyes as she cuddles with Bob and Harry can see her breathing has relaxed. Harry smiles thinking of the fun memory they just made. He kisses her head, stands, grabbing your hand and leaves his little girl to dream of summertime and butterflies for the rest of the night.

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To The Moon And Back

A while back @carrie11 tagged me asking if I could write something for this pic. So here you go. Nothing but flufff ahead. 

Mulder is hiding in the kitchen, not touching anything, not even the dirty dishes. With his luck he’d shatter Scully’s favorite plate, or flood the whole apartment. He wishes he could just leave, disappear, but that would be selfish and cowardly. Or would it? He glances at the kitchen table where a bunch of diapers, unused, lie scattered. Scully didn’t say it, never says it, but he’s useless here. Instead of being a father, he is a second baby in need of attention and supervision. Scully doesn’t need this. Or him.

“Mulder?” She walks into the kitchen gently rocking William, who is wearing a diaper three sizes too big for his small form. He’s cooing happily, at least. Scully, hair and clothes disheveled, looks anything but. It’s his fault, of course, and he’d do anything for her right now. “I know I said it was all right but… could you maybe go and buy the right sized diapers after all? It doesn’t really work.” He sees it now on Scully’s shirt. It’s white. Or rather it’s supposed to be. Right now it’s dotted with yellow and brown spots.

“Of course.” He swallows hard.

“I found this,” Scully stops him momentarily in his haste to get away from here. She hands him a piece of cardboard. “Just… these are the diapers. If you can’t find them yourself ask someone.” Mulder takes it and nods solemnly. He considers kissing her, but she turns away from him again before he can. With a sigh, he leaves, closing the door quietly behind him.

Before he puts the three bags of diapers into his cart, Mulder makes sure they are the right size this time. Ten times. It’s the right one, he is certain. He quickly maneuvers through the aisles, trying not to get distracted again. Who knew it was this difficult to buy diapers. They should use bigger letters and numbers on their front, he thinks. Not cute babies. None of the babies are as cute as William, of course. Yet, staring at these toothless, smiling faces he’d been reminded of his own son back home, safe in his mother’s arms. So no, he hadn’t noticed the age indicator in the corner. All Mulder had seen was a baby that resembled William and he’d bought those diapers without even thinking. Not this time, though. He stops for a moment, checks the size once more, just to be sure. He doesn’t want to face Scully again, see the confusion in her eyes, hear the disappointment in her voice. He can do this. If he can do nothing else, but damn it, he can buy diapers for his son.

When Mulder lifts his head again, he notices that he’s surrounded by baby clothes. Oh oh. He tries not to look at the cute little outfits, but his legs feel like lead as he tries to leave as quickly as possible. Then he sees it, stops without even wanting to. It’s a bib, nothing more. They have plenty of those already. They don’t need any more. They don’t have a bib like this, though. Mulder picks it up, the fabric soft under his fingers, and stares at it. The longer he contemplates buying it, he figures, the later he’ll be back at Scully’s. So he throws it atop the diapers, decision made, and hurries to get back home.

Mulder hears William babbling the minutes he unlocks the door. He grins; the sound his favorite these days. He doesn’t know how he’s lived without it, before.

“Hey.” Scully sits in the rocking chair in the nursery, William against her chest. Her hand is on their restless son’s back.

“Oh hey,” her voice sounds exhausted, as if far away, “you’re back.” Her eyes wander to the bag he’s holding and Mulder shows her that this time, this once, he didn’t screw it up.

“The right ones.” He tries not to sound proud. He should have bought the right ones the first time.

“Can you take him?” Scully gets up with difficulty and hands Mulder the baby.

“Hey buddy.” William’s eyes grow big and he starts kicking his tiny feet joyfully. At least someone’s glad he is around, Mulder thinks.

“I’d like to take a shower,” Scully says shrugging off her robe right there in the middle of the nursery, “can you watch him for ten minutes? Maybe change him into a fitting diaper.” To his greatest surprise, Scully smiles at him. It’s tired and small, but it’s there.

“Sure, we’ll be fine.” He isn’t sure that’s the truth, but Scully believes him, and shuffles off into the bathroom. A few moments later he hears the shower come on.

“All right, buddy. Your mom says you need a new diaper,” Mulder tells William in a gentle voice, quickly undressing him and taking off the diaper. The boy hates the changing table, is much rather upright where he can see the world, his curious eyes always finding something new. “You’ll grow into these one day, Willy boy,” his son squeaks and Mulder nods at him, “I hope your mom lets me stay around long enough to see it. I’m not exactly father of the year, huh?” Mulder quickly puts one of the new diapers on his son, fastens it, and marvels at his accomplishment until William reminds him that he’s still there, too.

“Right. Let’s put your clothes back on. You know, I bought you something today that you’ll love. I hope you do, anyway. You’re half Scully, so I guess skepticism is part of your genetic make-up. But you’re also part me,” Mulder whispers and grins at William, who seems to have forgotten that he’s on the hated changing table, staring up at his father, listening intently to his words, “so I thought you’d like something that’s a bit more out there. I know your mom prefers these plain things saying you don’t know the difference yet anyway, but it’s never too early to start, right?” With one hand on his son’s stomach, Mulder rummages through his shopping bag. He takes out the bib he bought earlier, shows it to William who pushes his tiny arms into the air, trying to grab it.

“No, no. It’s something you wear.” Carefully, Mulder puts the bib around William’s neck. The boy gurgles, kicks his arms and legs. “You like it, huh? Yeah, me too. Looks good on you. I may not be the best, most organized dad around, Will. But I love you so much. More than I ever thought possible. I love you to the moon and back,” Mulder says, leaving kisses on his son’s stomach, who squeals in delight. “I might send you to school without lunch, but I’ll never not answer any of your questions. If your mom lets me, I’ll tell you all about these planets here, the moon and the stars. All of it, William.”

“Even about the aliens, Mulder?” Scully joins them and Will grins when he sees his mother, gurgling his own version of hello. She sneaks an arm around Mulder’s waist, leaning heavily against him. Her hair is still wet, but she smells great and he leans down, kisses her head.

“If you let me.” He whispers into her hair, closing his eyes.

“Why wouldn’t I, Mulder?”

“I’m not exactly good at this, Scully. If you haven’t noticed.” She leans away from him, picks up William. She straightens the bib, smiles at it, and Mulder just watches the two people who mean the world to him. Scully looks up at him a moment later and hands their son to him.

“Mulder, you bought the wrong diapers. It’s not the end of the world.” She tells him as she puts on a new pair of pajamas.

“Don’t you remember when I tried to do laundry the other day?” He’d rather not think about it.

“So what? Mulder, you were tired. We’ll be tired for a while. We’ll both make mistakes.”

“You won’t.” She chuckles without looking at him.

“Mulder, you’re the only one who can calm William down when he gets into one of his crying fits. Look at him,” they both glance at their son, asleep in Mulder’s arms, “this only happens when you hold him. You might not be good at shopping, but Mulder you’ve never been good at that. I don’t expect you to be anyone else. You’re a wonderful father.”

“I am?”

“Yes,” Scully whispers, stroking the arms that hold William, “you are. I love the bib you bought, Mulder.” Her fingers trace the symbols on the fabric, the smile never leaving her face.

“You know what, Scully?” He waits until she lifts her eyes, looks at him. “I love you to the moon and back, too.”

She grins, gets on tiptoe, and her lips against his, answers his sentiment with a kiss.